Time Will Tell (sequel to HMM)

Chapter 4- Lukewarm

--Allison--

I start to come to again and I'm in a new room. So that's what he meant by 'won't be here long' I guess. I try to sit up more comfortably and I feel the concrete scrape beneath my bare legs. I hear the chains rattle and I feel them go taught as I pull my hands out. 

I move my arms, pulling on the restrains and I feel the discomfort: silver. 

There isn't a single light on in the room, the only light I get is from the crack underneath the door, and there isn't any way I can reach the door. It's on the other side of the room. I try to judge how big the room is, my back is against a wall, and the door seems to be eight feet away from me.

I try to glance from side to side, but I can't see the other walls, the crack of light isn't enough to reach the other two walls, but it's too bright to let my eyes adjust to the darkness beyond its reach. 

I shiver in the cold room, not sure if it's because it actually is cold in here, or if it's because of whatever they've been drugging me with. Whatever that damned stuff is though, it actually works. They know how to knock out a werewolf. 

I try reaching out to Alarik, but it's like I hit a brick wall. I can't make it through, I can't even feel him. It's like there was a string tying us together and it's been cut. 

I briefly wonder if that's because of the dizziness I feel him my head. Do the drugs last after I've woken up, is there something else in them that's keeping me cut off from Alarik?

A few moments pass that feel like forever, probably the longest they've let me be conscious and I wonder if it might be for good this time. If so, then I might be able to figure out what these people want. Then again, I'm not sure if I want to know what they want. 

I hear the metal door scrape against the cement floor and the light grows bigger. I turn my face into my shoulder shutting my eyes tightly as the intensity of it burns my eyes. 

Heavy footsteps approach and I look up at whoever it is. I will not show weakness to these cowards. They need to drug me, chain me up just to make sure that I don't go after them or get away. They don't have what it takes to take me down fairly. 

What's fair about them using nothing? They're just human. The words bounce around in my head. It's true, they are human that much I can still tell. From what I can see, it's the same man that came into the room alone last time. The one who had told me to change into the large shirt. 

I know that I was changed, and it hadn't been on my own. I shivered at the thought of him touching me. What else could he have done? I wouldn't know a single thing.

"Why are you doing this?" I finally ask. I'd made the assumption they'd want money or something, told them there was no way they were going to get any. 

I didn't really expect him to answer the question though. I don't know much about kidnapping, but I don't think the abductors normally tell their captives much. 

"We need you."

We, that was a start I suppose. 

"We who? You and that other guy who grabbed me from the sidewalk?"

"Just we." The tone of the man's voice led me to believe that he wasn't going to be saying much else about the subject. And I already knew better than to ask where we were. 

"What am I needed for?"

The man sat something down on the ground and scooted it toward me with his foot. 

"Eat up," he said with a slight grin before turning to leave. 

I hesitantly reached out, barely able to grab whatever it was that he sat down before the chains ran out. I pulled the object toward me and brought it close to my face, sniffing it.